You can throw out all the accoutrements
and all the trappings, frills, and lingere
all the chocolates, valentines and compliments
just give me your soft hand to forever hold

You can throw out all the lace
all the satin and all the pillows
all the make-up, frill, curls and bows
just give me a warm caress to ease my woes

You can throw out all the seduction
and can skip the formal introduction
Just feel my firm hands on your soft hips
and the warm touch of your lucious lips

And if you should see me crying
in a moment of pause unepectedly
come sit silently next to me
and I'll notice that for me you're trying

I'm not much for courtship and  romance
except what's real and pure
but somehow just your loving feminine sensuality
Just to be near in simplicity would feel like a gentle cure